May Your Demons Never Die

On August 10^th, 2019 justice was served in a philosophical and almost poetic fashion inside of a jail cell inside the Metropolitan Correction Center, located in New York, NY. Inside of that cell lied the dead body of a pathetic coward, a pedophile, an accused sex trafficker, and someone so corrupted by wealth and power, that he himself became the human equivalent of a flesh-light for the worlds corrupt elite. This vile creature was none other than Jeffrey Epstein.

It’s never a somber day when someone like Epstein, who stripped the innocence from countless children, solidifies his well-deserved spot in the pits of hell. But there was a heavy note of sadness in the air that day because we knew that Epstein was just the beginning of something so much more important. But once again, the evils of this world had seemingly escaped justice.

Epstein (who at this time was already convicted of sex crimes with an underage women) was being held for an upcoming trial regarding his involvement in a child sex-trafficking operation. This operation was supposedly tied to a private island owned by Jeffrey Epstein. But to make matters even more interesting, a “little black book” that belonged to the accused had been leaked. This book was for all intents and purposes, a log of all the people that had visited and attended “special events” on Epstein’s island. Inside this book were the names of some of the world’s most elite; this includes athletes, actors, politicians, even the 42nd president of the United States.  

So this man was about to be on trial for a case that could potentially blow the lid off of all sense of order in the free world, and you want to tell me that he just couldn’t take it anymore and hung himself? Oh, and he supposedly did all of this in a maximum-security jail cell, while also being under twenty-four hour surveillance. I’m sorry, but that just seems to reside a bit too heavily on the side of coincidental.

Of course, I believe in coincidence. It’s unique and inexplicable nature is, in and of itself, proof that coincidence occurs all the time. However, I’m not so naïve that I will let you shit in my face and call it coincidence or tell me it got there by happenstance. And no one should be so naïve to the fact that Jeffrey Epstein under no circumstance, probability, or snow ball’s chance in hell, actually killed himself.

Jeffrey Epstein did not kill himself. He was murdered in the name of deception. He was killed so that the trial would never happen, and one of the largest cover-ups in the history of mankind never saw the light of day. And that would have been the case, had it not been for some brave young Americans and their affinity for memes.  

I’m as serious as a heart-attack, when I tell you that it was memes and a lot of them, that saved the Epstein story from falling into obscurity. For weeks on end, it was impossible to log on to any facet of social media and not receive the immediate and glorious barrage of memes, tweets, and posts that all contained the simple reminder that Epstein was without a goddamn doubt, murdered. This level of constant saturation finally became so powerful that even the mainstream media was forced to acknowledge its existence. It was so amazing to see so many people constantly reminding those that had eluded justice, that we know the truth and we will not let this lie.

But at the risk of seeming less than hopeful, I don’t know what will come of all this in the end. I have my doubts that the people guilty of committing and aiding to the underage sex crimes will ever see the justice they undoubtedly deserve. But at least, at the very least, they know that we the people are not so easily lied to and silenced after all. This is a sincere thank you to all of you that never let go of the truth. And while it may seem somewhat trivial to thank people for sharing memes, it was so much more than that.

The American people recognized and called bullshit on a tyrannical slew of lies, injustices, and suppressions. They refused to let this one go, and for a brief moment, a true sense of patriotism came flowing through this country like the river Nile. While it was brief, it was still a reminder of the raw power that the people of this country possess, and how volatile it can get when they really feel like exercising that first amendment.   

In keeping with the central ideas of political and social unrest that was derived from deception from the worlds most elite, I felt that there was only one adequate way to end this piece. A simple reminder from the angriest political group to ever jam in the name of eradicating corruption. A reminder to remain steadfast in the pursuit and maintenance of honesty.

“Hungry people don’t stay hungry for long, They get hope from fire and smoke as the weak grow strong, Hungry people don’t stay hungry for long, They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn.” – Rage Against the Machine, 1999.

May the truth and all of it's stewards endure, always.